Scout X Reader Novels & Stories

He even kicked out the woman who accompanied Noah along with him, which made Noah irritated with him. "You see, I'm good enough to be your brother-in-law," Scoot said confidently wooing Xavier. But Xavier just rolled his lazy eyes in response. The man ignored Scoot, then engrossed in talking to Noah. Scoot was annoyed, he even leaned his body on the sofa roughly. But when he heard Xavier talk, he started to sit up straight and listen to Noah's words. "So it's not Constantine's house," Noah said, explaining all the information he had found.

All components within the werewolf pack form an important unity in building a strong werewolf community. "What are you doing?" Scarlett asked when she noticed Xavier standing quietly in front of the bookshelf, reading an old book in Viggo's reading room. Hearing Scarlett's voice, Xavier immediately turned his gaze and quickly closed the book he was reading. "You were asked to organize these history books, not to read them one by one," Scarlett said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Xavier blushed and smiled in embarrassment, then he placed the history books about werewolf clans, especially the Celestria clan, back into the box that had been provided.

Firstly how to get inside the club (This is where Xain comes in) Get his attention # Santo De Luca the biggest player in the whole of America# Get called to his floor Have sex with him Collect 100 grand Save Sophie Chances of success 98% Chances of failure 2%" I said it exactly how I wrote it down "Wow you really have everything down" Xain collected the paper from me "Yes I do so let's get down to phase 1 Shall we"

My entire body buzzes with excitement as Scarlett itches to get out of the car, clawing to find Slade. As we approach the gate, something changes as warriors pour out of the woods surrounding the car, their uniforms different from New Moons. "Fuck," Xander says, slowing the car, before placing it in park and leaving it in idle. Keeping his hands on the steering wheel the nerves rolling off of him in spades as he rolls down the window, a warrior walking forward to talk to us.

~Hannah’s Point of View~ “She puuuuur eddd… She … purred, and then the male wolf … mmmm ooo uuu… mooohh…” I trail off, making a face at the words. I cock my head to the side as I try to sound it out in my head. “Mounted… Mounted his female,” Scarlett says, nodding enthusiastically. My mouth drops as she moves to turn the page. What?! “It gets REALLY good after that so keep going. This is one of the graphic novels I have,” she says, excited.

The truth sits heavy, like a stone in my gut. If I can’t reach her, someone loyal to Arlo will have to carry a message. Someone who can be persuaded. By coin, by fear, or both. A twig snaps and I drop into a crouch, body melting toward the sound, careful to let the wind keep my scent behind me. Through the underbrush I spot him. A scout in Hollow-black leathers, lanky and young. His hand rests on his dagger like it’s a talisman, not a tool.

The scout was hung and chained to the wall in the dim interrogation room, blood dripping from his split lip. Julian circled him like a predator ready to strike while I stood a few steps back, arms crossed tight over my chest. The veil aura pressed heavy between Julian and me, stronger than ever with the full moon drawing closer. Every breath made the bond ache deeper. “Talk,” Julian growled at the scout. “Who sent you and what else do you know about her blood?” The scout lifted his head slowly and spat blood onto the stone floor,Then he started to laugh. Not a nervous laugh, Not the kind that comes from fear but a real one,like he had been waiting for this moment and found it genuinely amusi

By the iron-reinforced door of the war room, Jax stood rigid, his hands resting tightly on the bone hilts of his twin daggers. “You need to pull your wolf back, Xavier, or the entire pack house is going to smell your agitation,” Jax warned, his voice a low rumble cutting through the thick tension. “The border scouts just returned from the eastern ravine. Torin Wright has half his enforcers tearing up the valley, crossing territory lines without permission. They’re tracking a scent, and they’re hunting hard.”

Not scandal. Past the library arches, candlelight still glowed from tall windows where late scholars bent over tomes. A cluster of four seniors lingered near the entrance—two alphas, two betas, voices low and urgent. One tall alpha from Tactical Studies, broad-shouldered with a scar across his jaw, lifted his head sharply. His nostrils flared wide. “Gods, that’s… Voss? And the little Lore omega? Smells like they just—” His packmate shushed him, but the words floated after me anyway: “Changed scent. Strong. You think the board knows yet?” I didn’t flinch. My wolf lifted her head inside me, russet ears pricked, tail high with quiet pride. *Ours,* she rumbled, voice warm and certain. *Let them

"Explain." "The construction crew that are working with him on the Libary’s project, Hale's Renovations, they arrived on the scene in a reinforced work truck. They engaged our men immediately. Sir, they aren't human. Every single one of them is a wolf." Victor finally stopped raised his head from the monitor to face the scout. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes, cold and sharp finally meeting the scout’s. "A pack? In Oakhaven? I’ve lived here for years and never caught their scent. They must be very good at hiding.”